The now standing body has Talon vertically on its back, holding his legs across its shoulders, and it swiftly sits down, slamming Talon�s head into the mat, knocking him into a state not far from unconsciousness! The figure laughs hysterically, tipping his head back, and the figure known to Talon as �Jay� runs to the entrance ramp. The figure laughs hysterically, tipping his head back, and the figure known to Talon as �Jay� runs to the entrance ramp. �You thought you�d killed me, Talon! But you should know, The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!� Revenge. Revenge is sweet, as the old saying goes. And yet none can imagine just how sweet revenge can be to one who has suffered both physically and mentally at the hands of another, and now has the opportunity, the pleasure, to inflict that pain, that physical pain, that mental pain, on the same person. As you will be told, that felling, that single taste of sweetness is exhilarating. The scene snaps out of the clips from last Monday Murder, and the devastating and unexpected assault on the GWO Commonwealth Champion, Talon. The new scene, though calmer and less horrific than the last, is neither welcoming to the eye nor pleasant in any sense. The scene is of a worn down room. A windowless room with uncarpeted, rotting wooden floorboards, a plain, plaster wall without paint or paper. The roof is plain, and on it hangs a single light bulb, without a lampshade to scatter its beams. The floor itself is scattered with unorthodox items, with a weapon type air about them. There lays a torn and rusted piece of barbed wire, still wrapped around part of a fence from which it came. Beside it, there is a baseball bat missing half a handle, and several �STOP� and �WARNING� signs taken from an open road. Against a wall lays a shopping trolley, missing one wheel, and in it are several trashcans, and rusted iron bar, a dangerous crowbar and numerous planks of wood. In the corner of the room is a rotting chest of drawers, two drawers are open but are almost empty except for two or three Easter eggs and cards. On top of the chest of drawers there is a pint glass, half filled with strawberry cordial, and beside it there is a plastic bottle, labelled �Ribena. Strawberry Flavour cordial� laying on its side, its red contents dripping down the chest of drawers like blood from a busted open forehead. But the deathly silence is now broken by a sharp cough. The camera swivels to show a figure sitting, unmoving, on a wooden stool which is missing one leg. The figure has long blonde hair, which is tied back in a ponytail, and a pair of grey, denim jeans. His eyes are hidden behind dark sunshades, and he has on a black T-shirt. Emblazoned on his T-shirt is the image of a long-eared, buck-toothed, red-eyed rabbit. The rabbit looks mad and sadistic, but its mouth is turned up in a menacing grin, and its grey fur is on end. The character is undoubtedly �Jay,� or The Jackrabbit, the character who has been haunting Talon�s dreams, or nightmares, and who assaulted Talon on Monday Murder costing him his World Title. The Jackrabbit tips back his head and laughs hysterically, as the camera watches, unmoving. At last, the crazed laughter ceases, and The Jackrabbit, sat on his two-legged stool, stares into the camera, his eyes still secreted by the tainted shades. Suddenly, without warning, he begins to speak in his high-pitched, fast speech, that is slightly recognisable to anyone who watched the last Monday Murder. �Hey-a �Rabbit Fans, Ready Or Not Here I Come! But this particular group of �Rabbit Fans are special. They are different to the �Rabbit Fans I have been enlightening, if that�s the right word, in the past. These �Fans are �golden� Fans. The fans I am conversing with right now are loyal fans of the Golden Wrestling Organisation, and soon will be loyal fans of The Jackrabbit� that�s me! I am really here though, making my debut in the GWO, for a reason. Not the usual reasons of a search for glory, fans and title belts. No, I don�t care for title belts or glory. I care for vengeance.� On his last word, The Jackrabbit�s voice takes a dramatic change to a slower and more gruff tone. A sadistic grin grows on his face. �Vengeance. Vengeance. Retribution on the one they call �The Enigma.� The Enigma that is� Talon!� Quickly, Jackrabbit coughs harshly, and continues to speak in his usual higher-pitched and faster speech. �Talon. So long ago it was that you pushed me. Down, down, to what you thought was my death. And Talon, that fall should have killed me. In a best case scenario, that fall should have left me crippled in my bed for the rest of what would have been my miserable life. But I am not dead, and I am not a cripple. Despite what you will learn to wish, Talon. I could see on Monday that you were some what� err� shocked to see me again, Talon. After all this time. But whether you believe it not I am back. And whether you accept it or not, I am back, I am alive, and I will get my retribution on you for what you did to me. The fall was not without consequence. But this consequence was for the best, I feel. I am not the Jay you used to know, Talon. I am The Jackrabbit now, a changed man. I am a man that you will not and shall not recognise. But the real question here, Talon, is how could you push your own best friend off the edge? Back then I liked you, Talon. But you did not display that act of friendship for me. You tried to kill your own best friend? You are sadder, sicker, madder and crazier than me. The all say that The Jackrabbit is a crazed and insane lunatic, but I do not force attempted murder on my best friends? In fact, I do not force attempted murder on most of my enemies. But Talon, it seems your plan has not been as successful as you no doubt will have hoped. Nothing Costs Nothing, Talon, and for that reason, you are going to pay the price for what you did to me. I will get retribution. For months I have bided my time in a place called Total Anarchy Wrestling, and for that entire time of almost three whole months I held the Canadian Heavyweight Championship. Undefeated, I was the champion of Canada. But I gave that title up, Talon. You know why I gave that up, and why I left TAW? I left that behind with the aim of coming to GWO, tracking you down, and making you pay for what you did so long ago. I came into pro-wrestling for one reason, and one reason only. That reason wasn�t the glory, the titles, the T.V time or even the fans. No. That reason was �cause I found out that you had became a pro-wrestler. At first that surprised me, Talon. But then I realised it was perfect for you. As I found out first hand that night, you simply enjoy inflicting pain on others. You are a sadistic man, Talon. Not the man I grew up to adore and admire. Talon, months ago I found you; �Public Display Of Aggression� Champion of UOWF. But then I lost you again. You always seem to know how to avoid me, old friend. But not this time. Now I am in GWO, you are in GWO, and the stage is set for your living torment to begin. For your Phobia to be brought to the surface. And my revenge, my retribution, to begin. Talon, your dreams may have ended, but your nightmares are just starting! And in these nightmares you will learn, The Jackrabbit always gets The Last Laugh!�